Warhammer: Expedition to the Multiverse from 30k

Seeing the knight's attacking posture, Ryan was suddenly stunned.

He had just read the other person's memory, but instinctively deleted all the useless parts and only looked for information about Luther and Russ.

Otherwise, a person's life memory is too long and complicated, which will significantly reduce Ryan's thinking efficiency.

But now he suddenly felt that this person looked very familiar, and he must have seen him before.

The Primarch's memory immediately reminded him of the person's information, but he felt unusually uneasy.

"Take off your helmet, knight," Ryan ordered.

The young knight was a little confused. He was extremely wary of the giant in front of him, but he soon remembered a similar existence.

The leader of the Knights of Order, Grand Knight Leman Russ.

The blond giant in front of him had a very similar body shape to Leman Russ, with an inviolable majesty like a god, and he was even slightly taller than Leman Russ.

"I haven't heard that Lord Leman Russ has a brother?"

"Could it be that there are other airdrop pods that have fallen like this one and haven't been found yet?"

The knight said nervously, he knew that Leman Russ was not a native of Caliban, he came from a wider world.

But for some reason, when Ryan's voice rang out, he instinctively took off his helmet as Ryan instructed.

This is very strange. The giant in front of him has an undeniable aura that makes people involuntarily act according to what he says.

This was a young man with black hair and black eyes. He had a thin face with prominent cheekbones, and his thin lips were instinctively pursed together. His eyes were staring at Ryan's face with a piercing gaze.

Now Ryan completely confirmed his thoughts, he really knew the person in front of him.

He is Nemir.

In his own timeline, Nemiel became a glorious Dark Angels cleric.

He is an extremely special existence to Lion, because it was Nemir who stubbornly stood up to stop the actions of the Father of Genes when Lion tried to rebuild the think tank to fight the demons of the warp.

"My Lord, your actions violate the decree of the Council of Nicaea. Think Tanks should be strictly prohibited, no matter what the circumstances."

"I know that the think tank may be effective against the demons in the warp, but the facts are the facts. If you lift the ban on the think tank, you will betray your promise to the Emperor."

"I swore an oath to the Emperor, and I am willing to die for it."

"If you insist, then please kill me."

In the face of Lion's cold gaze, Nemiel stubbornly insisted on his choice, even though this choice meant standing against his own Primarch.

He was undoubtedly a man of great courage, and most people in the world, even the Primarchs, would not be willing to face an enraged Lion's Jonson.

The furious Ryan unceremoniously punched Nemir's head off, leaving only a hollow hole on Nemir's neck. Blood gushed out, and under the huge chest pressure, it even splashed all over the ceiling of the cabin.

Ryan killed his own offspring with the force of thunder.

The lion's anger came and went quickly. Although he did not show it on the surface, he actually regretted his reckless behavior very much.

Nemiel was loyal, but his loyalty to the Emperor of Mankind was even greater than that to his own Primarch.

It is somewhat ironic that he has always claimed that the Dark Angels do not need rewards because loyalty is the greatest reward.

Ryan would occasionally silently miss Nemir and use this as a criterion to restrain himself from making the same reckless mistake again.

"Nemir..."

Young Nemir turned his ears in confusion. He seemed to hear the giant in front of him calling his name.

But, he never told the other person his name?

Ryan's solemn face calmed down a little as he looked at Nemir's youthful appearance.

At this point in time he was still just a Knight of the Order, the Emperor had not yet arrived with the First Legion, and he had not yet been transformed into a Dark Angel.

Nemier felt that the giant in front of him had a strange look in his eyes, as if he was looking at an acquaintance.

He also realized that Ryan didn't seem to have any ill intentions, otherwise, with the other party's strength, he would have been dead by now and would have no chance of waking up again.

"Take me to see your Grand Knight Commander Leman Russ."

Ryan said, and he emphasized those four words, which made Nemir even more confused.

"I'm his brother. Ruth will recognize who I am when he meets him."

"Just lead the way. I'll be responsible for anything that happens."

Nemir thought to himself that this was indeed the case. If the blond giant in front of him was really the brother of Lord Leman Russ, this matter was not something he could decide.

"You can call me Ryan, Nemiel," the lion said, "You are qualified."

"Lord Ryan." Nemiel respectfully performed the etiquette of a Caliban knight. "In the war against the behemoth, we had some friction with the Sirius Knights, and their leader, Lord Saltana, has personally come to our monastery, Oduruk, to protest."

The lion recalled the past. It was during this meeting that he completely broke off relations with the Sirius Knights and declared all-out war.

"Let's go now without delay." Ryan grabbed Nemir's arm and dragged him into the misty jungle like a chick.

Nemier looked at the flickering jungle phantoms around him in horror. It was obvious that this was not the wild jungle he knew.

"You're a psyker?"

The young knight immediately thought of his cousin Zahariel, who was also a mysterious psychic, but in comparison, Zahariel was so harmless.

These are two completely different levels of power.

Ryan did not answer Nemier's questions, because in the next second, they had arrived at the monastery of Oduruk, the headquarters of the Knights of Order.

Nemier suddenly felt his stomach churning, and the strong urge to vomit overwhelmed his will.

"You'll get used to it after teleporting so often, kid."

"You'll get used to it after spitting it out."

Ryan patted Nemir on the back and then motioned for him to move on.

The young knight took great effort to calm his stomach, and they hurried towards the huge circular hall of Oduruk.

Mist emanated from Ryan's body, and the two of them suddenly began to walk like ghosts.

Many elite combat knights and outstanding prayer knights of the Knights of Order appeared one after another, and at least a thousand people participated in this party.

These knights were all dressed in heavy armor, holding swords and carrying firearms passed down from ancient times. They walked into the circular hall in an orderly manner, followed by the knights' followers.

"This is the power of our Knights of Order. Only in this way can we intimidate those guys from the Knights of Sirius." Nemiir was very excited and proud.

Ryan was observing all this in secret. He knew very well that he and his other brothers were teleported to various worlds because they followed the Emperor to board the Spirit of Vengeance.

He went to Fenris, and Russ went to Caliban.

Where had Dorn, Jaghatai, Sanguinius, and Rosh Curze gone? He didn't know.

Ryan just instinctively felt that they were all in a more dangerous situation, even more dangerous than him and Ruth.

It was for this reason that these Knights of Order, who were so familiar to him, actually did not know Ryan at all.

Leman Russ held a grand welcome ceremony for the representatives of the Knights of Sirius. All the Knights of Order and the Allied Knights lined up in neat formations, awaiting the arrival of the guests.

Under everyone's attention, Lord Saltana brought three senior knights and rode several trained warhorses to Oduruk.

"How arrogant, the Knights of Order."

"It seems that this meeting will most likely end unpleasantly."

"Leman Russ is an arrogant man. It's difficult to convince him!"

Saltana despised Leman Russ's behavior. When he contacted the other party before, he had already emphasized that this meeting was only a private negotiation meeting.

But he was fearless, and accompanied by his three most trusted knights, they entered the grand prototype conference hall of Oduruk.

On one side, there were thousands of knights lined up in a mighty formation, and on the other side, there were only four knights following. The difference in style between the two sides was obvious.

Dressed in solemn black knight armor, armed with a long sword and a relic pistol, Leman Russ, who was over four meters tall, received Saltana meticulously.

The band and choir in the monastery immediately began to play music passed down from ancient times. According to records, it seemed to be precious relics found from ancient human immigration ships.

The stirring and magnificent music sounded, and after being amplified by the circular conference hall, it could be clearly heard throughout Oduruq, expressing the human spirit of courage to fight and perseverance.

However, at the moment when the two sides shook hands, Leman Russ suddenly raised his head and vigilantly looked around and searched in the crowded conference hall.

He felt an extremely familiar yet strange aura, which was just from intuition, because no suspicious person could enter here at all.

“You are distracted, Leman Russ,” said Saltana.

"What makes you anxious? Do you feel threatened by me bringing three knights with me?"

The hostility in the words of the leader of the Sirius Knights was obvious, but Leman Russ simply shifted his attention back to make up for his rudeness and did not feel angry.

He was a noble knight, a dignified general, and a serious ruler, not a country barbarian.

"I sensed a strange and dangerous aura. Of course, it wasn't coming from you."

"Excuse me, I wouldn't even frown even if you two came together. You're not qualified." Ruth told the truth.

"I held this meeting to mediate the friction and conflict between us."

Leman Russ's attitude was exceptionally humble, and his every move revealed his chivalrous demeanor.

Lane Johnson hid in his own fog and felt that the scene before him was absolutely ridiculous.

"Russ looked better when he was a Fenris barbarian. Now he is... just too damn pretentious."

The Lion King grumbled quietly, but Nemiel protested very strictly, not allowing him to criticize Leman Russ behind his back.

"My Lord, you must have the minimum respect for Knight Commander Leman Russ, even though you may be his brother."

"I believe that even if Lord Russ has other brothers, they are certainly not as powerful and dazzling as him. He is a unique leader and a follower of us."

"If you insist on slandering him, I will defend my position even at the cost of my life."

Nemir stuck his head out and retorted stubbornly with veins bulging. He looked just like when he stood in front of Ryan and refuted his decision to lift the ban on the think tank.

Seeing that Nemir, who was supposed to be his offspring, was now defending Leman Russ, Ryan couldn't help but feel a little depressed.

Even in his unwilling heart, there was a sour feeling.

But he just couldn't say anything. Except for Leman Russ, no one else on Caliban could know him.

"You have betrayed your former alliance, Leman Russ. The Knights of Order have invaded the depths of the Northern Wilds to hunt the harmless beasts there."

"You must withdraw from the Beiye Land. That is the territory of the Sirius Knights. We are protecting the behemoths in the territory!"